When Peace Is Betrayed Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Before the world tore open,
I felt a tremor in the breath—
a rift in the quiet current
where all things once flowed as one.

Hu…
a sigh of harmony,
soft, unbroken—
until the heart turned away.

No war ignites with fire;
it stirs when inner light dims,
when truth's river is dammed,
and the tongue drapes lies in necessity.

I asked the wind by the river:
Who shatters the earth's peace?
It murmured through every leaf:
The one who first divides the self.

The river wages no war—
it flows, it feeds, it circles back.
But the hardened will
erects its throne against the stream
and calls rebellion "destiny."

Hu…
yet the sound endures,
calling beneath the drums' clamor,
beneath the fallen's cries.

Say not, "I followed orders, "
for you were forged from breath and light—
and neither bends
to injustice's shadow.

Time cannot mend this fracture.
It lingers in the soil,
in the world's unseen memory,
in every stifled voice's echo.

When peace is betrayed,
the river recedes from the heart,
the light withdraws to wait—
yearning for welcome.

Guard the first ripple:
the thought before it forms,
the word before it flies.

Return to breath.
Return to flow.
Return to Hu…

In that remembrance lies the unbroken path:
to walk as light in the river of Peace—
or stand apart,
thirsting beside what was always meant
to bear you home.

MyKoul